It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. ~ R.E.M. ~ gathering here at the end (some would call it a ledge) our time on stage is brief (as it always has been) (as it always will be) in the land of the not-so free all dressed up with no place to go the future is a shapeshifter who likes to spike the punch so get lost in the […]
Having endured the last of the three debates, I offer Yeats. to whom I apologize for the alteration of the last line. He was a prophet. Like Rilke. Like Woolf. Like Orwell. Like Dickinson. We just didn’t listen. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of […]
Specks and Fragments 